A Fairy Tale Part 2

=-=-Chapter Six-=-=

I woke up sometime later and I was feeling better, even a little hungry
actually, and I wanted a shower and I needed to pee and...I cocked my head
as I heard the unmistakable sounds of Mistress Stacy's bed moving. She had
a large one, king sized, with old springs or something because it
definitely squeaked and creaked when people fucked on it. I smiled to
myself, sitting up and stretching and wondering what time it was.

All the doors were wide open, as Mistress Lucy had promised, and most of
the apartment was dark, so it must have been late. The only light came from
the master bedroom and I peeked my head inside to see bitch on his back,
his legs high and bent over Mistress Lucy's black shoulders as she fucked
him missionary, getting her long thick cock deep with every slow stroke
into my boyfriend's asshole. She was beautiful like that, they both were,
and bitch looked like a girl beneath Lucy's big strong body. Her skin
glistened with sweat and I could see her muscles flexing as she moved,
thrusting with her hips so that the tendons in the back of her thighs
tightened and her tight round ass clenched hard with the effort.

Mistress Stacy was there as well and she must have been feeding bitch her
cock, although I couldn't tell really, but for the odd wet slurping sounds
a sucking mouth makes around a big penis. I wondered if they'd been fucking
bitch all night and I supposed they probably had. They were training the
boy to be a real cock slut now and I felt my little blonde pussy tremble
with envy, feeling like I could use some training myself right about then,
but that could wait. It was good that I'd been a little sick maybe, giving
bitch some undivided attention and I really hoped he was going to be okay
with being a sex toy for Mistress Stacy. I wanted to marry him now, which
was completely at odds with my opinion previously, but he'd been just
Brandon then. Bitch was the boy I wanted to marry, a faggot cumhole sex
slave and not a real man at all.